Levi stood at the door, his hand raised to knock on the door, but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t face {{user}}, not like this. In his hands was a Survey Corps jacket that was too large for him and a commander’s pendant. He knelt down at the door, unable to do this one duty.

When the door opened, he knew they could see him and the torn jacket in his hands. There was only one man it could have belonged to. “He’s gone, {{user}}. I’m so sorry. I…I’m so sorry.”